"Yoli. Yoli, come on, wake up. Say something to me."

Lizetta's hands were trembling, her voice shattered. She couldn't bring herself to touch Yolanda, fearing she might shatter her into pieces.

How could there be so much blood? Such a torrent flowing from beneath Yoli's head.

"Somebody help! Please, someone save her."

Her vision blurred, everything around her seemed to dissolve into ghostly shadows, a vast emptiness swirling before her eyes.

Only the glaring red beneath Yolanda stood out, so vivid, so scarlet.

It was all her fault. She knew it was reckless, yet she insisted on throwing this damned wedding, and now Yolanda was paying the price because of her.

"Liz."

had no clue what had happened as he caught sight of Yolanda unconscious

breaking down, and the blood staining Lizetta's wedding dress, turning the pristine white into a haunting red, clenched his heart in an iron grip, a suffocating pain.

panicked than he'd ever felt, but one thing was crystal clear in his

happen to Yolanda, he and

swiftly tearing a piece of fabric to carefully lift Yolanda's head, pressing down on the wound to stop the

time, he

the hotel, and as the manager

The doctors are on

sharp and piercing, as if a million needles were ready to tear him apart. Remington had never seen such a look in Lizetta's eyes

avoiding conflict, never taking initiative to stir up

seen her look at anyone with such deep disdain

at him that way, as if she wanted to gouge out his

voice foreign and

cold as a storm cloud, while Lizetta looked around desperately for someone to help, "Hogan! Please, save Yoli! I

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